Nostalgia Is Super Weird

 So, last week my baby sister spent her graduation vacation back in our hometown in Kansas. I have been back there a couple times recently. Every time I've been back I did different stuff/saw different people. But, one thing I've never done is go see my old high school. I don't know why I haven't done this, but whatever.

 Anyways...back on track. Sloan was in St. Marys and she went to see our old school. She took a bunch of pictures and put them up on Facebook. Seeing them was, for some reason, super emotional. I teared up just looking at those dumb, old doors I walked through every day. But, honestly, how weird is that? I don't want to be back there. High school had its shining moments, but there is not a single part of me that wants that back. Not even slightly.

Stupid, old, gorgeous doors!! 

So, why in the world do I get all weepy and suddenly want to go all John Mayer on those hallways? (That is a reference to his song "No Such Thing". If you don't know that song...shame on you. Go listen. Go...go listen.)

 

  I have no idea. Nostalgia is weird. Super, super weird. Here's to not being in high school anymore. (Oh, also...that reminds me. That new Avril Lavigne song? What is with that? "Here's to never growing up"? That sounds miserable!! I can't wait to no longer be a poor, dumb kid. But, I guess if you are Avril Lavigne and have a butt load of money...growing up isn't a huge deal.)

 Whatever...that was a super tangent....just a big, ol' tangent.